“Eye spy,” I whispered, looking up at her. I was a little scared, now, but too excited to stop. I wanted to give her what she had given me. My mouth was watering, imagining what she might taste like, feel like against my tongue.
“Just pink,” Kali said, slipping her panties over her hips and revealing her bare pussy lips. She was shaved completely clean. I saw that the minute she slid up onto the counter and opened her thighs. I noticed that she had a tattoo of a butterfly over her left hip bone as she slid her hands between her legs, opening herself to me. Her pussy was glistening, her fleshy folds a deep, dark pink, much darker than my own. Her lips were thick and full, and I wondered if that’s what I would look like if I were shaved.
My pussy was still throbbing, aching for more, and although I'd never had a multiple orgasm, I couldn’t help reaching between my legs and rubbing myself as I went up on my knees and leaned toward her.
“Have you ever done this?” she whispered.
I shook my head.
“You know what feels good for you, right?”
I nodded, my eyes on hers.
“It’s easy then… just do that.”
My tongue found her, searching out her clit. She tasted just like I did, maybe a little stronger. Maybe that was because I'd only tasted myself second hand? Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth, and her clit was bigger than mine, fuller somehow-
there was more flesh around it, hiding it from me. I found it anyway, licking at her like she had licked at me, my tongue working slowly around her clit.
“Yes, do that,” Kali murmured, her head going back as she pulled on her dark brown nipples. I stayed on my knees, rubbing my hand between my legs as I licked her.
The sight and sound and smell of her was intoxicating.
“Oh God, yeah,” she whispered. “Faster, baby.”
I licked faster, my tongue moving over and over against the little button of flesh that felt like it was swelling in my mouth. Everything was so wet, and the smell of her entered me and became part of me somehow. I was lost in the pinkness of her flesh, the sway and rock and roll of her as she thrust against my mouth.
She was making a sound in her throat, like a trapped “mmmmmm,” as if she were trying to be quiet. I was glad my mouth was busy, because I wanted to moan out loud, too. I did, a little, against her pussy, making her shiver and press my head into her harder. I was swallowing the taste of her again and again as I licked. I felt like I could do it forever.
“Ohhhh Tara,” she whispered. “I’m gonna come for you.”
I gasped, flicking my tongue over and over her clit. My fingers were slipping through my own wetness, and I was so excited by her lust that I could feel another climax building there, and I worked hard toward it.
“Now,” she whispered, bucking against me, nearly sliding off the counter onto me, her hands gripping the edge, her belly quivering as I watched. I moaned, reaching my own pinnacle, my mouth clamping down on her pussy as I came, pushing my hips forward and banging against the counter.
I gasped, sinking to my knees, and looked up at her. She was still breathing hard, her eyes on mine, half-closed and dazed. Ecstasy. That’s what I saw on her face, and I knew it must be what showed on mine.
“We better get you dressed,” I said with a shaky sigh, glancing at the door.
“Before Kelly comes knocking again.”
“Yeah,” she breathed, sliding off the counter and reaching for her panties. She stepped into them and we didn’t talk as I helped her into the fairy outfit, lacing her up tight. I wiped the dark lipstick off her cheek with a tissue where it had smeared, and she wiped it off mine where her lips had kissed me. Our eyes met and we smiled, a delicious secret passing between us in that moment.
I stood back to look at her-she was beautiful, transformed, her gossamer wings floating behind her. Gone was the goth girl. This was a fairy princess. I wanted to sprinkle her with glitter and wrap gold ribbons in her dark hair.
“You’re something,” I said, opening the door and hearing laughter.
She put her hand against the door and closed it, leaning against me and capturing my mouth. We kissed, long and deep, and I lost myself in that kiss, the taste of the two of us mingling together.
She smiled at me as she broke the kiss, leaving me breathless. She didn’t say anything, then, just reached for the door and opened it. I followed her out. Kelly raised her eyebrows at me as we came into the living room and I shrugged.
“There they are!” Jennifer exclaimed.
“Trouble with all these laces,” Kali mumbled. The women were ooing and ahhing over the change in her. It was pretty amazing.
“Well, Kali, you get to keep this, for being such a good sport,” Jennifer announced.
“What did I miss?” I asked Kelly as I took my place at the loveseat. I could see the young girl in the fairy costume out of the corner of my eye, and I could still taste her in my mouth. It made me dizzy.
“Oh, nothing,” Kelly said. “We played the 'Guess My Size' game.”
“Dress size?” I asked, shocked.
“No, bra size,” Kelly laughed. “What took you guys so long?”
“Oh nothing,” I replied, hiding my smile by taking a sip of my melted daiquiri. “We were just playing a little game of our own.”
“Oh?” Kelly raised her eyebrows.
I looked over at Kali as she floated toward me, sitting down on the sofa and being careful of her newly acquired wings.
“What game were you two playing in the bathroom?” Kelly asked her sister-in-law.
Kali smiled at me. “She pays a wicked game of eye-spy,” she said with a cryptic wink.
Jennifer came over and asked Kelly about something and diverted her attention. I could feel Kali’s bare thigh against mine, and I noticed for the first time that her toenails were painted black. You could take the girl out of the goth…
“Think your husband’s going to like this outfit?” Kali whispered, leaning over to me.
I smiled. “I hope so.”
I'd almost forgotten that I was going home tonight to play the school girl for him. I glanced over at the young girl I had spent half an hour in the bathroom with, and realized that I now felt so much more comfortable in that role.
CHAPTER SIX
I was still feeling the effects of both the alcohol and the Ecstasy when I pulled up into the driveway. I shouldn’t have driven home at all, and I knew it. The light was off in the living room and I wondered if John was still up. It was going on midnight now. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I opened the car door, the wind under my coat reminding me how little I was wearing underneath.
The warmth of the house was a welcome, and I slipped my coat off, hanging it in the front closet and putting my purse and shoes by the stairs. “John?” I called up.
“Yeah.” His voice in the dark of the living room startled me. I could see the outline of him sitting on the sofa.
“What are you doing in the dark?” I asked, smiling as I approached him, leaning down to turn on the lamp on the end table.
He looked at me, his eyes dark and sweeping over my outfit. “Waiting for you.”
“You were?” I raised my eyebrows at him, trying to read his expression.
“Come here.” He held his hand out and I moved to cuddle in his lap, but he stopped me, holding my hips and shaking his head. His eyes moved over my outfit, the white thigh-highs, the red plaid skirt, the sheer blouse, tied at the waist, and the way he was looking at me made me feel weak-kneed. “I’ve been thinking about you in this outfit all night.”
“Do you like it…?” I knelt between his legs, looking up and biting my lip. “Daddy?”